2002-09-05 04:05:09Fiddler

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My words
They are only yours
My thoughts
Belong to you
Come snatch me up
I'm waiting

Hurry be quick
Come clean
My soft eyes
Are turning
They are opening up to fall
Autumn leaves are flowing

Your time for me
Is passing
My Dear!
Come and get me
My time is coming soon
My love for you grows weary

And will pass
As night to day


~~Fiddler 09/04/2002